young woman / earbuds tangled in curly hair / hurrying down the hallway / every color of every musical scale sparkling in her mind / like excited fireworks stored in soda / and she is smiling like the sun / her hands are happy and her eyes are bright / and she looks out the window / fingers tapping absentmindedly on the glass of the car window / and she stares / fascinated / at a pale golden sun / grinning back down at her / as the snow falls like stars to earth / glittering like tiny shards of glass / that pierce every lonely, sad thought in the girl's mind / till there is nothing in her but sun.
